I was skiing by myself yesterday and I saw one of my friends who hadn't skied since fourth grade up there trying it out again. I had been doing the park and skiing powder all day long, so I was kinda tired so I decided to go with him on the bunny hill for a while. He had a blast and decided he wanted to keep on skiing, even though he just had a pair of old shitty salomons that were way too short for him, even though he's damn short himself. So I took him with me to one of the local ski shops, P3, for their 'twin tip weekend' with a raffle. They had Line backpacks, poster signings with Boyd Easley and Anthony Boronowski, some Siver clothing (which I won), and lots of other shit. Then they finally came to the 169 Seth Pistols with Marker bindings. And he won. It's so lucky, but so unfair at the same time. I spent my first year in the park on shitty Mad Trix that had been demoed all the previous year, and I had to work all year to finally afford PE's. And he skis once, decides to go to a raffle, and wins some of the best skis out there. Damn.
Girls don't like sensitive guys. Since I don't treat women like objects, I have to treat objects like women.